Such tales as there have been lately in the Sunday papers as makes one's blood run cold if one can believe them all." "You don't have any--what we call the White Slave Traffic--over here, do you ?" Quest asked quickly.
"I can't say that I've ever come across any case of it myself, sir," the old lady replied.

"I was housekeeper to the Duke of Merioneth for fifty years, and where we lived we didn't hear much about London and London ways.

You see, I never came to the town house.

But since I retired and came up here, and took to reading the Sunday papers, I begin to be thankful that my ways have been country ways all my life." "No need to alarm ourselves, I'm sure," Quest intervened, making his way towards the door.

"Lenora is a particularly capable young lady.